Beach No 56: North Curl Curl (27 January 2019)

If you’ve been following this blog you may be thinking, “Wait a second. Wasn’t your last beach number 54 Newport?” And if you are thinking that – well spotted. Number 55 is North Cronulla. In a couple of weeks, I’m attending a 1st birthday party near Cronulla. That party is on a Sunday and I hope to visit North Cronulla then. It’s cheating, yes, but they are my rules so I can bend them when I wish. Rain showers are predicted for the afternoon but it’s sunny, hot, and humid when I leave home. I’m happy Google has suggested a …

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Beach No 54: Newport (13 January 2019)

I wake to another grey Sunday but when I leave for Newport Beach, the sky has mostly cleared. The #423 bus takes me from King Street (Newtown) to Martin Place. I walk to Wynyard and catch the #B1 bus to the end of that line in Mona Vale. There, I use my 15-minute wait to eat most of the lunch I’ve brought along and then get the #199 bus to Newport Beach. It’s taken me about two hours. On the one hand, that’s a pain in the ass. On the other, straight forward, efficient, clean, and safe public transportation has …

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Narrabeen: Beach No 53 – Around the Lagoon and Other Things on 6 January 2019

On the first Sunday of the year I decided that, regardless of the weather, I would go to Narrabeen Beach – the next beach in my alphabetical list. And that, in going to Narrabeen on the first Sunday of the year, I would set myself up to go to the beach every Sunday for the rest of the summer. It was not to a promising beach day. I set off in a misting rain on the M30 bus from Newtown to Neutral Bay where I transferred to the B1 to Narrabeen. I read The Hate Race, listened to the German …

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Nats Win!! Celebrating the 2018 victories of the Washington Nationals one (mostly) unrelated photo at a time.

For me, watching baseball is an act of simple mindfulness. It consumes my attention, lightly but fully. I’m not thinking of statistics or how likely match ups will play out – I’m just watching. And I love that about it. I love the uncertainty and that the uncertainty lasts until the final out. I also love the arc of the season, the steady accumulation of wins and losses, the way young players blossom and older players fade, the sudden impact of injury and jarring swiftness of trades – of seeing OUR players in another team’s uniform. This photo project – …

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Beach No 52: Mona Vale – A winter solstice beach (23 June 2018)

Since 2010 I’ve been visiting Sydney’s beaches in alphabetical order. I’ve reached number 52: Mona Vale. Replicating a structure I’ve been using in my recent posts from my bicycle trip over Anzac Day Week – I’ve split this post into three sections: my story of visiting the beach – which in this case is an annual review of how life is going, a bit about Mona Vale, and then the practical details of how I got there and where I ate, etc. The Story My first winter solstice beach visit had real substance. I was closing out a year in …

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A Bicycle Riding Holiday – Day 5: Taralga to Goulburn and Anzac Day Anzacs

Anzac Day 2018 I wanted to ride someplace quiet and beautiful. I chose the area around Goulburn, New South Wales. This is the telling of that journey in words and pictures. I’ve split each day into three pieces – the story, some history, and the details (of route, accommodation and food).  This is the sixth and final post in this series. The first, a prologue, the second – from Goulburn to Collector, the third from Collector to Gunning, the fourth from Gunning to Crookwell, and the fifth from Crookwell to Taralga.  Today’s entry is from Anzac Day itself. If you read to the history …

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A Bicycle Riding Holiday – Day 4: Crookwell to Taralga

Anzac Day 2018 I wanted to ride someplace quiet and beautiful. I chose the area around Goulburn, New South Wales. This is the telling of that journey in words and pictures. I’ve split each day into three pieces – the story, some history, and the details (of route, accommodation and food).  This is the fifth post in this series. The first, a prologue, the second – from Goulburn to Collector, the third from Collector to Gunning, and then the fourth from Gunning to Crookwell. Tuesday 24 April 2018  The story: This is a holiday: beautiful weather, great riding conditions for the most part, …

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A Bicycle Riding Holiday – Day 3: Gunning to Crookwell

Anzac Day 2018 I wanted to ride someplace quiet and beautiful. I chose the area around Goulburn, New South Wales. This is the telling of that journey in words and pictures. I’ve split each day into three pieces – the story, some history, and the details (of route, accommodation and food).  This is the fourth post in this series. The first, a prologue , the second – from Goulburn to Collector, the third – from Collector to Gunning. Monday 23 April 2018 It’s Monday morning. Last Monday, next Monday, I’ll be riding my bicycle to work. So now the holiday really begins. I’ve …

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A Bicycle Riding Holiday: Day 2 – Collector to Gunning

Anzac Day 2018 I wanted to ride someplace quiet and beautiful. I chose the area around Goulburn, New South Wales. This is the telling of that journey in words and pictures. I’ve split each day into three pieces – the story, some history, and the details (of route, accommodation and food).  This is the third post in this series. The first, a prologue and the second – from Goulburn to Collector. Sunday 22 April 2018 The Story Some Café has a rustic glass display case full of baked goodies. The menu is short but full of finely described temptations. The …

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A Bicycle Riding Holiday: Day 1 – Goulburn to Collector

Anzac Day 2018 I wanted to ride someplace quiet and beautiful. I chose the area around Goulburn, New South Wales. This is the telling of that journey in words and pictures. I’ve split each day into three pieces – the story, some history, and the details (of route, accommodation and food).  Saturday 21 April 2018 I’ve woken to a gorgeous, sunny, slightly cool day and have made my way to Greengrocer for breakfast. A grupetto of MAMILs (middle aged men in lycra) encircle an outdoor table littered with the debris of their post-ride breakfast. They show no more than a …

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